Is anybody else having trouble concentrating today?
If we make it out tomorrow morning, me and the roommate will have done 19 miles this week. Not too shabby.
She's off to Michigan tomorrow to help her sister out with her new niece but has promised she'll keep going with the running regimen. We've got a 5K to run the 2nd weekend of August and we're totally going to make it. Myself, I can already run one but I'm crazy proud of her.
We walked up to the first marker at the UofU and then ran the mile circuit and then back home. All in all, it was a 3 mile stint.
The first mile is the worst and then I feel like I can just keep going. On the other hand, I really HATE hills which makes me think I should run more of them. GLAH. I'm actually really curious to see how far I could go before REALLY having to stop. I confess I'm rather surprised at myself. I used to NEVER like running. I think...I think I'm getting it.
Yes, I have mentioned it in some comments but I'm leaving for Canada in 18 days. I'm dying for a vacation...(the last real one I had was over a year and a half ago when I went to visit my friend in San Francisco.) I've never been to Canada in the summertime.
I've also never really been a tourist despite the 3 years of school I had up there. I never had time to SEE or DO anything. This time around I've got a list. I want to go up the CN Tower among other things. If there's anything in the Toronto area that one simply MUST do...please let me know.
Also having dinner at East Side Marios (how I lurrrrve that restaurant) on a Saturday evening. The call has been put out to my fellow Sheridan alums and we're going to see just how many of us we can round up for dinner. It could get to be quite a crowd. Heck, even if 10 of us show up (and there should be more than that,) that's 20% of my class! Not too bad for a little 5 year reunion.
It's been great sending out the emails and getting them back in return, catching up on so many of my friend's lives. Who is married, where so and so is...my class will always feel like a unique family. We were strangly tight...even our teachers commented on how unusual we were as a class...that we seemed genuinely motivated to HELP each other out. Other classes, the fighting and sabotage reached absurd levels. The year ahead of me had problems that escalated to fist fights and broken windows and stealing each other's work.
To this day when I say my prayers I am thankful I had to wait that extra year to start school at Sheridan.
I will always remember my final memory of the school as a student. Despite the horrid last day when I found out the morons at the student res had thrown away my computer boxes...I remember pulling away from the school, everything squeezed into Alex's jeep...and looking back at the res and seeing BJ standing forlornly there on the curb watching us drive away.
As we headed to the highway I was surprised to find myself tearing up.